So, you may think I’m lame, but (for now) I refuse to get a super-duper cool smartphone. People are always left with huge cartoon question-mark-eyes when I tell them that. I really just want to remain some sane human interaction with people– you know, an actual human relationship, rather than

Like any cheap Chinese restaurant worth its copiously sprinkled salt, Shanghai Dumpling King has a hilarious and somewhat unsettling menu. You’ll find such mysteries as “vegetarian goose” (quotation marks theirs) right next to more matter-of-factly stated items like fish head casserole. Sliding your eyes a little to the right, you’ll notice most

“ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOOOOTBAAAAALL!” is something I shout many times during this time of year to test my friends’ patience with me. And when it’s time to start thinking about football, it’s obviously also time to think about WINGS. Good wings are hard to find… so hard that I

Cholulita from appearance looks to be your average bodega, but for the people who know and for the curious, this is actually a great little restaurant with wonderful service and an accepting, laidback atmosphere. Often there are local Mexican guys going into the place for the imported Mexican sodas and

Once again, it’s time for my street to come alive with all of the colorful characters (and not to mention outfits) that turn up on Fillmore during their bi-annual Art Walk. This Friday night, from 6 pm-midnight, Fillmore St. will be booming with art, life, music, drinks and people. Hosted

I live right by San Francisco’s Little Russia but have never really believed in it. Yeah, there are those huge gold onion domes on the Russian Orthodox church and the occasional sign in Cyrillic. The ratio of scarf-wearing little old ladies to anyone else might be a good indicator, but

Hello! Welcome to the inaugural post of the Broke-Ass Kitchen, a new weekly feature from your penniless pals here at BAS. We’re going to load you up with tons of cheap recipes so that you can stay well-fed even when your wallet’s not. Nothing will involve having to special order

People come to Ireland’s 32 to get drunk.  Period.  I’m not talking a little stumble and a brick-scraped elbow on the way home drunk.  I’m talking blackout, after hours bacon-wrapped hot dog stained shirt, pass out on top of your bed fully clothed, worst hangover headache in a while drunk.